This has to be the most beautiful piece of music I’ve ever heard. I’ve listened a thousand times, and it’s still not enough.
Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
You told me your address, favourite movie, and career goal once time six months ago and I still remember everything.
When you tell me something and I say, “Oh yeah! You mentioned that before,” I’m actually saying, “You don’t need to say that again. You said it the other day/week/month. My memory is much better than you think.” If I’m attracted to the person, I’ll probably say the first thing, but I’ll also let him finish if they so desire. Because I’m weird. And want to hear him talk.
(Source: unpublishedwriting)
